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lightning spreads accross the sky
heartache and pain reflecting in my eyes
who are you to tell me where I can go, what I can do
your not my daddy, did you think I would listen to you
strip me bare
is what you have done
go ahead ,laugh
make fun
does it make you happy to see me cry
chipping away little peices of my heart
until I am dead inside
hate me, because I dare to dream
but never underestimate me, you son of a ****
I am more than I seem | |
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Posted: 6/7/2005 6:59:10 PM | Ok Holly
You gotz mail
Love you babe will miss you and will try to keep it going
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Posted: 6/7/2005 7:34:17 PM | I knew you were going
But didn't want to face
The reality of lonliness
Knew that it would be difficult
That the daily routine
Would be different
That the "good mornings"
The subtle kisses
The spoonings
My hardened nipples
The way you kissed my inner lips
How you played music on my thighs
Reduced my breath to little sighs....
"Oh yes I love that...please do it more"
The way you touched my inner core
You are my all...my everything
I miss you so
Please.........
Come home soon
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Posted: 6/10/2005 9:27:55 AM | At the end of it all
Insignificance
No real perspective on our lives
Just the reality
And more lies
How much is a marital fu*ck worth
Amortized over the twenty five years
We were together?
How do you put a value on laughter and tears
In sickness and health
Wasted, spent
Till Death........
Dollars and cents
I can't make sense of it
Can you? | |
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Posted: 6/10/2005 7:54:48 PM | bigfish, tyvm..
Pickles, doin a FAB job!!!
poppin in to leave something here.. but still working on it, back in a bit! | |
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Posted: 6/11/2005 5:44:48 PM | Last visit I will make
Made my peace
At least I hope so
Hard...to say the least
Owned my soul,
Gave me peace
Loved the place
It soothed me
Gone, relenquished
Removed
Divorce is hard
Feelings vanquished
Possessions shared
In the valley now no more
The waterfall
The lakeshore
Loon calls
Beaver dams
Now are memories
Gone
Disappeared
In a legal slight of hand | |
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Posted: 6/14/2005 9:11:04 PM | Power cuts
No electricity
Household?
Or
You and Me?
Power back on
Let's wait and see | |
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Posted: 6/14/2005 9:26:54 PM | | awesome holly that really hit home with my experience a few days ago | |
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Posted: 6/14/2005 9:27:24 PM | | awesome holly that really hit home with my experience a few days ago | |
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Posted: 6/15/2005 8:29:06 PM | Moving day looms ever closer
Can I condense life into boxes?
Pack away the memories
Take with you what you need
Life reduced to boxes
So sad , too bad..
Will I bleed? | |
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Posted: 6/16/2005 8:13:21 PM | Tattoo
Or not to
Tattoo
This is the question
Is it better to tattoo
When one
Is Young
Or
Would you feel
That you should go for it
If you feel
It will be right
At my age....will it be stupid
To etch an eagle
Or a cupid
But Iwould love to see
On my inner ankle
A tattoo
But am I too old
At 53
I need your input
Please tell me
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Posted: 6/16/2005 8:21:20 PM | neva too old for ink pickles!! and you are one cool chicky!! so i say let the needles dig!! lol
i'll send u a pic of my ankle pickle, i have a band | |
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Posted: 6/17/2005 2:50:11 AM | | i dont usually come here anymore, havent been in several months. but i just wanted to stop in and see Holly's poems, and i have to say, great job. You are very talented. Keep it up, and i am very sorry for any problems i have caused you in the past, it wasnt my place, and i apologize, i never got the chance to say that before. Anyhow, my point is that i think you are very talented. Take care all. ~Me~ | |
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Posted: 6/17/2005 4:05:50 AM | | thanks lexi, for stopping by and for the apology. Water under the bridge and glad to see you happy | |
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Posted: 6/19/2005 7:40:41 PM | Flayed, skin torn and in pieces
Acid etched, with venom
Fingernails ripped from their beds
Eyes gouged from heads
Red glowing cigarette tips
Branding skin
Aroma of flesh burning and of fear
Crack of fists on soft bone
Desert thirsts, swollen tongues
Surgical pain without anaesthesia
Hope, now just another meaningless word
Where is God? | |
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Posted: 6/19/2005 8:43:08 PM | tip the bottle one last time
get yourself comfortably numb
your life was always such a hardship,
your excuse for the evil to which you succumb
Two incredible reasons to change your skewed thoughts
once again proving your decision making is lacking at best
Grabbing another bottle because its easier
then facing all of lifes tests
You were never the person that we all thought you were
although you played the game so well
taking your shots and dishing out lies
marking your place in the depths hell
Walk a thin line, and recite your excuses
live in denial, while we tend to our bruises
Just don't ever look back wondering what went wrong
you started this downward spiral, it was all about you all along
fill up your glass, and savour your poison,
stumble down the destructive path you have chosen
but you travel alone, I won't walk by your side
You made your choice, now i hope you can enjoy the ride
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Posted: 6/19/2005 9:37:18 PM | this place is filled with broken dreams,
none of them quite as grand as they once seemed
the walls still standing, yet its a broken home
I'm left reminding you of your choices over a staticy phone
its not about me or you, there is no longer an "us"
you told so many lies, with each one I lost any resemblance of trust
What were you thinking when "im sorry" left your lips at last?
not sure what you expected, but two simple words can not rearrange a past
I did what i could to help you survive
but how do you help someone in a blind dive?
I held your hand when you wanted it, I listened to every word that you said
none of that changed the decisions you made in the end
The strangest thing is the lack of emotion from this departure of hearts
instead of a feeling of failure, theres the excitment of a fresh start
no longer apprehensive of doing all of this alone
even when you were here, we were still on our own
I do wish you the best that this life has to offer
but dont' call me for pity, those days are now over | |
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Posted: 6/20/2005 5:20:41 PM | Screaming in defiance, to fight a losing war
believing with everything in her, that love will conquer all
As the crescent moon adorned the night sky
she tired of the fight, yet she was not ready to die
laying down her weapons, removing the armor from her chest
staring down her enemy, the one that was always so merciless
Shouting at her target "you can't do this to me again"
"I won't let you hurt me, I won't let you see my pain"
From his bow the arrow came soaring, burying itself deep in her heart
the gripping pain she had felt many times before, again ripping her apart
Staring at her faceless victor, she turned to ask his name
asking for a reason for causing her so much pain
kneeling down beside her he looked sincere and without hate
"This pain is caused by what you seek, what you yearn for in your soulmate"
"Sweet one, I am the deity of love and my victory is also a personal defeat"
"So many broken hearts, lost spirits and crushed souls looking for solace, kneeling at my feet"
"I can't make the pain stop, to do this would mean losing the ability to feel
regardless of how much it hurts, take comfort in knowing its real"
Then he placed his hand upon her chest, and closed the gaping wound
Placing her armor back on her chest, never again to be removed
She slid her sword back in its scabbard, and gripped her heavy sheild,
this was the last time she would feel the knife plunge,
this was the last time she would step on his battlfield | |
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Posted: 6/20/2005 5:24:07 PM | | holy hell I just realized this thread has almost got 10 000 views :O | |
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Posted: 6/20/2005 7:22:33 PM | Love without caution reckless child
Paint on your smile, wear your hair wild
Dance without music, feel the beat from within
remove the knife from his hand, the blade can no longer pierce your skin
Hide all of your battle scars under an expensive suit
Live each day denying the hidden truths
Tell yourself you're needed, keep this deep-seeded delusion alive
discredit the popular opinion of others simply as rumours and lies
Fan your excitment, hide your distrust
Confuse passion with a deep burning lust
Turn down the nightmare raging in your head
listen to the whispers, but ignore what is said
Start the game over foolish child,
return to that place where your heart was long ago exhiled
don't get too comfy, your time here will end fast
and eventually you will become a thing of the past | |
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